The red moon returns

Chapter 578 Mrs. Maggie
At this time, most people in Charles Square were in a state similar to group hypnosis in religious studies.

Led by the foresighted ones, no matter how mean people were just now, they all followed the pastor's guidance, put down their guard, and tentatively took the first step.

I am also a member of this world, and I also hope to participate in the major events of this world.

I am willing to contribute a part of my vitality to support Saint Ms. Nightingale and protect this world.

Everything comes from what you think in your heart. When your mind is open and your will changes, and you no longer resist but are willing to give a little vitality, things will happen naturally.

Invisible life force seeped out from their bodies little by little. Before it had time to dissipate, it was bound and fixed there by the power of the magic circle. Then, pulled by the power of death, it spontaneously spread underground and gathered in the magic circle deep underground. Finally, it crossed the river of time and was sucked into the egg of life by the cyclone.

It seemed that the pastor was not lying.

This is what people think.

I do feel a little uncomfortable, especially feeling empty inside, as if I have lost something.

But it was still acceptable, and as time went on, people just felt a little tired at most, which eased the anxiety in the hearts of the citizens and they gradually believed what the pastor said.

It seems that there is really no harm to the body, it just makes me a little tired. It seems that it is not bad to be able to participate in world affairs this way.

However, just as more and more people relaxed, opened their hearts and devoted themselves to prayer, something strange happened.

In the middle of the square, a person who was kneeling on the ground praying suddenly changed his expression and raised his hand to cover his mouth, but before he could put his hand down...

puff.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, followed by another mouthful.

This was not vomit mixed with blood, but pure bright red arterial blood. The blood seemed to be unstoppable and gushed out of his mouth in big gulps. In a blink of an eye, the ground was wet.

The prayer was interrupted in an instant, and the people around screamed and moved away, fearing that the blood would splatter on themselves. But before they could take a few steps back, another scream came from behind, and then a stream of warm blood sprayed all over them.

The fat grocery stall owner who had opposed the donation before was now pressing his chest with his hands, his face was as pale as paper, and blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose uncontrollably.

As if his throat was blocked by blood, he couldn't utter a complete sentence. His face was full of disbelief. He pressed one hand on his chest and reached out the other hand to the pastor. He staggered a few steps in his direction and then fell to the ground with a bang.

There was silence all around for a moment, and then countless screams broke out, and as if in response, bursts of screams came from a distant place.

It seems that similar things are happening all over the city.

“We were deceived.”

Seeing the person who had just prayed together, now lying on the ground, twitching, breathing increasingly weaker, and about to collapse, the people who were praying were filled with fear. The majesty accumulated by their faith made them dare not attack the pastor for the time being, but they still stepped back a few steps, pointing at the pastor and loudly accusing him:

"He is deceiving us. It is not like what he said. It only consumes a little vitality. This can kill people."

"That's right. One of them might have a sudden illness. How could two of them fall ill at the same time? And you can hear people shouting everywhere. He must be lying to us. There must be something wrong with what he asked us to do. Give us an explanation."

For a moment, the crowd was excited, shouting and cursing, deafening. Even the experienced old pastor was a little confused and had no idea how to deal with the current situation.

The letter didn't explain what to do if something like this happened, or how could it happen.

Seeing the panic of the old pastor, the people became more and more terrified: "We prayed too, will we become like them? They are dead, and we will die too." "Will we be like them? Tell us now!"

The chaos became more and more serious, with scolding and yelling everywhere, the atmosphere became more and more chaotic, and people became more and more frightened.

Only Mrs. Maggie remained calm, her daughter's last shouts still ringing in her ears.

Mrs. Maggie absolutely trusted this young man. She believed that Lynch would never want to harm anyone and that something must have gone wrong.

Her eyes moved to the two victims twitching in a pool of blood. The bright red on the ground made the weak landlady tremble in her heart, but she still plucked up her courage and walked towards the victims.

When we first met, Martha and I treated him so badly, but he was so nice to us, taking us to heart and trying his best to fulfill our wishes.

But we have no skills and have not been able to help him do anything. What happened here is what he wanted to accomplish. Now that there is a problem, I must help him.

This belief gave her great courage, and the landlady endured the pungent smell of blood and approached the slightly trembling grocery stall owner.

The victim's face had turned pale, completely devoid of any blood, as if all the blood had been sprayed out. There was no heartbeat, and breathing could no longer be felt. Only the muscles were still trembling slightly, but the movement was becoming increasingly weaker.

Joey is dead.

Sighing softly, suppressing the sadness in her heart and ignoring the increasingly loud noises around her ears, Mrs. Maggie turned the body over vigorously, trying to find out the cause of death. Unfortunately, there was no scar on the main surface of the grocery stall, and with Mrs. Maggie's limited knowledge of first aid, it was difficult to tell what had gone wrong inside.

People's emotions were becoming more and more intense, but the anxious Mrs. Maggie couldn't even find out the cause of death.

What should I do? How can I help him? Why did these people die? Why did people in other places also die? What is the problem?
pat.

While she was aimlessly turning over the victim's body, something fell out of the grocer's pocket. Mrs. Maggie had no time to take a closer look. She glanced at it casually and found that it was just an empty picture frame with no content. She threw it aside without a second thought and continued to search the body.

However, after searching for a few times, Mrs. Maggie suddenly stopped and turned her eyes back to the picture frame thrown aside.

She vaguely remembered that Lynch had mentioned the empty picture frame several times when he was talking to Natalie, and his attitude was quite serious.

Is this the key issue?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Maggie ignored the sticky blood on the ground, grabbed the picture frame on the ground, and squeezed out against the crowd.

No, I must tell him about this as soon as possible. Only by telling him can I feel at ease.

There were a lot of people in Charles Square at this time, and it was very difficult to squeeze in. Fortunately, no one paid attention to her, and no one tried to stop her.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people blocking the way, the fragile Mrs. Maggie breathed a sigh of relief. However, before she could smile, she felt a chill on her back and a pain in her waist.

When she turned around, she saw an ordinary stranger with no features. He gave her a strange smile and then disappeared into the crowd, leaving only a few words in Mrs. Maggie's ear.

"I will not let my master's plans be ruined. Goodbye, ma'am."

Watching the stranger disappear into the crowd, Mrs. Maggie turned her head and looked at her lower back in surprise.

A dagger was stuck deep there, all the way to the handle.

Cold and stinging, just like this hopeless world.

(End of this chapter)